So, this is my second FanFic, never finished my first one :/
This chapter is just a bit of an introduction to the story.
The song is Odd One by Sick Puppies.
Enjoy!

-Rixerx64

"Turn that shit off already!" my dad yelled, referred to the love of my life, my purple iPod Nano, or more specifically, the music coming from it. Ironically enough, I didn't hear a word he said because of the volume of the lyrics pounding in to my ears, drowning out the sound of my three little siblings bickering non-stop.

Joey, seven, was annoying Peter, five, while he was trying to concentrate on his oh-so-important game of Mario Kart on his Nintendo DS. Peter, of course, was screaming bloody murder and trying to ward off Joey's taunts while still playing his game.

Sarah, my personal favorite, was quietly reading her book, seemingly undeterred by her bickering brothers.
Good girl, I thought. Only ten years old, and already into high school literature. Apparently she and I are the only ones in my family with an ounce of sense.

"I said, TURN IT OFF!" screamed my dad once more. This time, I actually heard him. I gave him a short glance and turned away, reaching for my iPod, as if to turn it off. Turning up the volume and flipping him off at the same time, I readjusted myself in my seat so that I didn't have to look at him. Before closing my eyes, I flipped my iPod over to the back where I had etched my name into it so many months ago. I slid my fingers over the crude Damian that I had felt so many times before. Dad was so pissed when he found out that I did that… But then again, who gives a shit what he thinks? Finally, I closed my eyes…

The lyrics were like a lullaby to me, lulling me at last into a deep sleep, void of annoying fathers and little brothers. A sleep full of nothing but the music I loved.

Odd one, you're never alone
I'm here and I will reflect you
Both of us basically unattached
To anything or anyone unless we're pretending
You live your life in your head
Some call it imagination
I'd rather focus instead on anything except
What I'm feeling
What I'm feeling
Odd one...

Unfortunately, there comes a time in every sleep that you must wake up… Well, most of the time anyway.

This time came for me when we hit a particularly nasty bump in the road. Maybe that problem wouldn't have occurred if my dad wasn't such a cheap ass, and gotten a new car after, say, fifteen years? But no, he has to keep his old, beat up, suspension fucked, Chevy pickup.

As we hit said bump, my head just happened to smack into the window and tear my out of my wonderful sleep. My earbuds fell out at the same time.

Perfect.

"Good, you're up. We're nearly there," Dad told me.

"There" was a small town called Bathory. It wasn't too small, but much smaller than the millions of people I was used to in New York City.

A week ago, I found out we were moving to this small shit town because my dad got fired from his job in a car factory in New York. He had a friend, Dan, who lived in Bathory and said the town was in need of a mechanic, so he seized the opportunity and bolted our whole family out of New York.

You might be wondering where my mom is in all this. The answer: dead.

She was brave, defiant, beautiful, warm, everything that a mom is. And why is she dead you ask? Because some piece of shit mugger needed a bit of extra cash, but my mom didn't want to give it up.

We pulled up to our new house/my dad's business (I told you, he's cheap as fuck) and I wrapped my earbuds around my iPod, putting it and my phone in my pocket. I would have to help my dad move everything in.

I looked up and down the street, taking in the neighborhood. I saw some kids around Joey's age playing in their driveway, a girl swinging on a swing, and all that other neighborly shit that goes on.

Then I saw a large brick building and realized that it was a school, probably the high school. That's also the moment I realized that I'd be starting school in the morning, knowing not a single person except Dan's son Tom, whom I'd never met.

So, how's your life?